Tristan's POV:

At 2:00 P.M. I text Enid: "I can't wait to be with you, give you a hug and a kiss, I have the twelve movies and as a plus I got Clone wars all seasons, Rebels all seasons, the Mandalorian up to the last release and Resistance all seasons, I'm not sure we can handle the series but it's up to you. Remember to bring something extra comfortable for the sleepover and I suggest you don't worry about the cold as it will be quite warm, I'm cooking for you. Love you".

I arrive home after gym around 4 P.M. Enid is supposed to arrive around 5. I take a quick shower, put a casual short sleeve red cotton shirt, a pair of black cotton pants and runners, folding a Star Wars stamped t-shirt and a pair of black shorts (about mid thigh length), I start cooking honey garlic glazed salmon, by the time I finish cooking it's 4:45, I get the ingredients ready for the surprise chocolate recipe I have specially for Enid, I separate the Mexican chocolate, the cinnamon syrup, I have the espresso ready to grind, as well as the cocoa.

I wait for Enid with the dishes on the table, I have a bottle of Chardonnay ready to pair with the salmon, but I decide not to take it out as I think it will bring a bad memory to Enid, I keep it there anyways.

I take a walk around the living room, verify that the movies and series are in order, and as I finish setting the sofa, I hear a knock on the door, my heart skips a beat when I see Enid stunningly beautiful in...

Tristan's POV:

I saw Enid, radiant in a Padme Amidala yellow dress, I don't remember seeing her dress showing her shoulders, I hug her and lean my face on her smooth shoulder, I love her scent. I motion her to come in, have a great dinner, after I serve her a chocolate volcano dessert, then go to snuggle on the couch for our first movie out of the ones she chose.

The phantom menace starts, I place an arm around her shoulders, caressing her shoulder gently with my fingers, intermittently playing with her hair. The scene where the betrayal takes place and Qui Non motions the queen to leave is on, the handmaidens start to cry, I give a quick glance at Enid...

Tristan's POV:

Attack of the clones start, I think Enid has become insensible to these movies, maybe she watches them often. Even though I am not trying to make her cry, if she does, I do want her to feel comforted, safe and confident sharing her feelings with me. I shift position, I remove my hand from across her shoulders, feeling her lovely hair and smooth skin on her bare shoulders as I do so, hold her hand and continue watching the movie with my fingers interlaced with hers.

The scene where Cordé, disguised as Amidala dies and Amidala's eyes are full of tears shows, I feel tears in my eyes, still, I softly squeeze her hand as I give a discreet glance at her face, I blink back my tears this time as she...

We continue watching the movie, then another emotional scene shows up, this one happens in Tatooine, in a home stead, Padmé and Anakin are talking, he says life was simpler when he was fixing things, tears fill his eyes, he remembers what happened, how he killed all those people, he falls down sobbing, Padmé holds him in her arms as his sobs subside and keeps weeping as Padmé rocks him back and forth.

I get a bit conscious about myself and a little out of the movie as I feel a tear slowly roll down the middle of my cheek, I instinctively let it roll until it reaches lip level, I lift my hand, with Enid's fingers still intertwined and gently brush my cheek with Enid's soft, warm back of her hand, clearing the thin tear streak until I catch the tear. I feel her eyes on me, I correspond, looking at her eyes...

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As soon as we meet the boys I can feel Jarrod admiring  the tear streaks that I almost forgot were on my cheeks. He delicately cupped my cheeks in his strong, soft hands and began using the pads of his fingers to wipe away my tear streaks that hadn't quite finished drying on my cheeks. He treated them the same way he would a fresh batch of tear streaks.

Jarrod guessed I had found the perfect dress by my tear streaks. Knowing me as he did he figured I was overcome by happiness hence the tears as there was no reason for me to be crying sad tears this time. He then double checked that I didn't still want to go to Italy or France to take a look at wedding dresses in case  I thought I may find something better there. I told him that no I didn't want to go anywhere else to look at dresses as I was sure I had found the perfect one.

Just then I saw Jarrod give me a pout which was obviously fake as he said that he was sorry he missed my tears this time and the ability to take care of them. I promised him I'd be sure to save my tears next time I felt the need to shed any, weather happy or sad, just for him and his delicate touch.

Then I asked what the plans were for lunch.

"Either sushi or chinese, unless you guys want mexican or something else?"

We go to William's to leave one car and carpool in only one, Will decided we leave mine since we're his guests.

I gladly accept and Camilla and I go to the back seat, the seat belts could barely contain me as I lean completely towards Camilla, one hand on her perfect thigh, the other one on her face and hair.

After a few minutes of making the effort to stretch to caress her, I rest my whole body on the car seat, resting my head on Camilla's thighs, lifting my hands to caress her abs with one and her fair cheeks with the other as my head gently bounces with the jiggle the road causes on Camilla's toned thighs.

We arrive...